ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Daily Deviation
Daily Deviation
February 12, 2011
She was Beautiful by ~schriftsteller"...really moved me into thinking what links two people together."
Featured by nycterent
Suggested by sunshinegypsy
Literature Text
We have a daughter
called poetry—
quiet with little fuss—
looking up
& molding us as god.
Her small verbs
span indifferent cities,
aloof mountain ranges,
& the hours of
blank faced clocks
between sunrises.
She knows there are
worse things than dark—
the black waters of the mind
are scarier.
We have created her
from love,
pressed & dried bouquets
& willow sticks—
things only we
could make a life from.
One day we'll wake up
as different people
but the magic
of a shared procreation
will keep us tied—
wanting to see each other's
newly patchworked faces.
We have a daughter
called poetry—
holding our hands together
& keeping the spaces & cracks
from collapsing our lives.
called poetry—
quiet with little fuss—
looking up
& molding us as god.
Her small verbs
span indifferent cities,
aloof mountain ranges,
& the hours of
blank faced clocks
between sunrises.
She knows there are
worse things than dark—
the black waters of the mind
are scarier.
We have created her
from love,
pressed & dried bouquets
& willow sticks—
things only we
could make a life from.
One day we'll wake up
as different people
but the magic
of a shared procreation
will keep us tied—
wanting to see each other's
newly patchworked faces.
We have a daughter
called poetry—
holding our hands together
& keeping the spaces & cracks
from collapsing our lives.
Literature
Existential Crises
There was an odd feeling that washed over her on Saturday mornings. She sat dazed between unfinished paintings, white canvases with specks of reality, and piles of unorganized papers; they seemed to magically grow and multiply as if by an imaginary stroke of the hand. Some were bills she always forgot to pay, or letters from Dylan that always ended up, with the envelope still tightly shut, in the trash. You can read a person's personality, right to its gritty core, simply by examning their trash. She had Ding-Dong wrappers, ice-cream containers, sketches of people and people that were no-longer, and a rotting carton of orange juice with a lon
Literature
Love Isn't Chasing Rainbows
we wouldn't be dreamers, big schemers,
with go-nowhere jobs, nine-to-five.
no saving face, morning after regrets,
and what was his name agains.
we'd be euchre in the café
with men who had seen it all
before. salt plains, burma forests,
atoll islands and elephants at the zoo.
a car park wedding and a shotgun
house. make up chasers are
for the suburban dream
who wants kids anyway?
I'd finish my degree, want
to work far, far away and
you'd agree to follow me
to the edge of the world,
but no further because
heights still won't be your
thing. in lust for all days;
we would have the world.
just say
[yes]
Literature
on not knowing.
this road was ten miles long.
i traveled barefoot.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
she was.
--
Edit 2/12/11--
Thank you so much for my second DD!
So much love sent to my wonderful *sunshinegypsy who inspired the poem by a dream she had.
& more thanks to ^nycterent who gave me the feature!
I'm really shocked and surprised, but in the best way possible!
--
Edit 2/12/11--
Thank you so much for my second DD!
So much love sent to my wonderful *sunshinegypsy who inspired the poem by a dream she had.
& more thanks to ^nycterent who gave me the feature!
I'm really shocked and surprised, but in the best way possible!
© 2011 - 2024 schriftsteller
Comments86
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
such a cool concept